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Izuku "Deku" Midoriya ([personal profile] wannasmash) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-01-04 02:53 pm

[open] Oh the weather outside is weather

Who: Izuku "DEKU DON'T" Midoriya and YOU. Featuring a Warmblood who will, per this month's effects, influence you to be your best self... whatever that may mean.
What: Catchall log with: a snowball fight, fishing Paul out of a collapsed basement, giving mushrooms to Illarion, event things. Event plotting comment.
When: January
Where: A park. Abandoned basement. The Red.

Content Warnings: fantasy violence against a snake-shaped rock monster, panic attack, teens in danger. Mention of: being kidnapped, child abuse and/or neglect. More TBD in comments below.

Open prompts:
Snowball Fight!
Wallflower Time (Snake Den at The Red) (Event)
Taking Note (Snake Den at The Red) (Event)
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[personal profile] rosae 2022-02-01 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
"All right, but I don't mind helping with anything that you need. I always really liked school shopping with Sharon," Rose smiles; she's happy to help him out. Of course, Deku does seem like an independent young man, one who knows far too much than someone his age should when it comes to things like combat and injury... Perhaps he's used to doing most things on his own. But the offer is there; she doesn't mind in the least.

"Ohβ€” of course, I'd love to." English lessons are certainly something she can do.

"Maybe you can teach me some of your language, too. It sounds like a good idea to learn as much as possible, here." Rose smiles again, adjusting her clutch in her grasp. She really knows so little about him; their first encounter hardly allowed for such things, and this is a good opportunity to get to know the young man who so bravely saved her once before.

"Which city are you from? What's it like there?"
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[personal profile] rosae 2022-02-06 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Rose's smile widens as he gestures with his hands, tickled by the enthusiasm. She's definitely not used to Animated Teenage Boys, but she's very quickly growing more and more affectionate of them. More than anything, though, it's nice to see him... happy? The way a young person should be? This is certainly a far cry from what had happened in that nightmarish place before.

"Sure, and you can text me English words any time! It sounds like a lot of fun. And I need to actually learn how to use this Omni thing more."

She's genuinely looking forward to it, not only helping him out but also learning something in return.

"You cleaned it up? Wow, that's..... amazing, Deku," she praises softly, smile softening out into a gentle frown at the way he trails off. He doesn't have to voice it; it's obvious he misses his home. Of course he would.

"When it warms up around here, maybe you can train some more at the beach. It seems like it'd be a nice place when it's not all covered in snow."
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[personal profile] rosae 2022-03-05 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
The words catch her in a particular place β€” somewhere way down deep beneath her ribs, in the center of herself. It's a feeling that aches, but not unpleasantly; her eyelids flutter for a moment, as though a little dazed. It's a visible reaction, her mouth parting to release the softest exhale, the ghost of a thing.

Mom. That word's always been one that affected her in a particular way, in truth. Ever since she was so young and lost her own. Ever since she knew that more than anything else, she wanted to become a mother. Ever since she knew from the moment she laid eyes on Sharon, that she was hers.

It's the source of her deepest loss and her greatest fulfillment; Mom. Such a simple word, but to hear it voiced aloud in this context, that she reminds him of his own... it touches her in that deep place. Rose feels staggered by it, but gently, gently.

"Thank you. That makes meβ€” very happy to hear." The words come out a little strained, but it's only because they mean a lot to her. And then, expression melting, a sorrow trickling in, one she's been carrying all this time, and now she's in the face of this sweet boy and she hates what he's knownβ€”

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. Back there, at the..." The farm. She can't say what it was aloud. He's not a little child, but she still can't say it in front of him. Still feels some need to protect him from nightmarish words, even if he'd lived that nightmare.

"I'm so sorry."